“Who am I?”
Just how many times now have I asked that question.
How many times have I questioned myself,
The world around me?
Everything is almost like a dream,
A place that I can only be seen within a box made of glass and plastic.
How long has it been since I woke up from my childhood world?
For how long was I blind to the world and its cruel reality?
Inside me, in my shadow.
I feel another self that wishes to drown me in despair and hate.
To destroy my already fragile glass body,
To take away my light.
For how long has it been since I was truly innocent?
But was I ever?
After so long now of pretending to be strong, to be happy,
I can barely cry a single tear.
Is this heart of mine now growing cold?
Is my light beginning to die?
“Who am I?”
Just how many times now have I asked that question.
How many times have I questioned myself,
The world around me?
I’ve never had a path, a destination to reach.
And still I can’t answer that question.
How I see the world,
How it all appears almost like another world.
I know I’m different, that I’m not normal.
I know I don’t belong most anywhere.
For I’m not what people want me to be.
I’m not what I wanted to be.
I’m not-
Every part of me is screaming.
I feel as if I’m slowly falling apart,
And drowning within myself.
Its no one’s fault,
There’s no reason for why.
When it started I don’t know,
I don’t have an answer even for myself.
All I know is that I am broken and incomplete.
A being made of glass and dreams.
“Who am I?”
The question repeats like a broken record within my mind.
As everything around me builds and breaks my fragile being.
To escape I lose myself in fairy tales and stories of a fantasy.
Now it all seems to blend together.
The black and white become grey.
My light and darkness become twilight.
I feel as if I’m losing myself.
To what I’ve never known.
To reality?
To dreams?
“Who am I?”
Just how many times now have I asked that question.
How many times have I questioned myself,
The world around me?
Everything is almost like a dream,
A place that I can only be seen within a box made of glass and plastic.
A world I can never reach.
A world I can never-
Note: If anyone is wondering I'm doing just fine, it just feels good to write at times because its a good way to I guess to get out some things. Again I'm fine, just tried honestly mostly because of second Oct job at a haunted corn maze tends to drain my energy. So well hope ya all had a wonderful Halloween/day
